Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 322

They didn't distort her features beyond recognition—that would've been too obvious. Instead, they color-corrected Sherry's photos until she looked like a real hag. Dark circles, sagging skin. Gilbert's mother, basically.

And they dragged Gilbert down with her.

Every now and then, they'd sigh, all fake pity, like, "Poor guy. Married to that thing—a total mom figure."

It solidified the belief that Sherry tricked him into marriage.

So when the real person stood before them, gorgeous, even celeb-level gorgeous, they didn't recognize her at all.

But their faces still soured. "Eavesdropping on people? You here to be a star or what? This gossipy—you'd make a better paparazzo."

Every industry had its hierarchy. Entertainment especially.

And this stunning woman made them look worse just by existing.

Caught red-handed trash-talking, and a prettier girl heard everything? Made them feel downright sleazy.

Yeah, sleazy as hell.

"Zero manners. Pretty face means nothing."

Sherry snorted, even more stunning now—she had that sweet, fresh-faced starlet look, yet her vibe was icy.

That mocking look—they'd seen it somewhere. Before they could place it, she spoke.

"So you beautiful people, trash-talking someone to her face—that's manners? Yours got eaten by your dogs?"

They scoffed, faces twisted mean—eye-rolls, lip curls, the works.

"You that hag? No way you're her. You're saying you're connected to Gilbert? Think you're hot stuff but can't land a rich guy, so you're jealous and crazy?"

"Crazy's right. Getting shipped from HQ to here? That's exile. Sherry's officially done."

"Let me guess—heard Julia moved into Harrison Manor too. I bet Sherry got kicked out too—booted so hard she rolled out!"

The group erupted.

"Genius! Why didn't I think of that? Failed to seduce, got banished. God, that's embarrassing. How's she even show her face?"

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